Cirrus clouds. Whipped cream. Marshmallow kisses.
butterflies and zebras, and moonbeams and fairytales that’s all she ever thinks about
Marshmallow kisses, eh?
I’m thinking about making that my theme song. Thoughts?
If that means you’ll be putting a midi on the site, I’ll have to kill you.
And here I thought you were going more in the Lips Like Sugar direction.
My friend’s band opened for Echo and the Bunnymen in the 80s. Or maybe it was the Church, I can’t remember.
Come to think of it, maybe it wasn’t my friend. And maybe it wasn’t the 80s. And maybe I’m thinking of Echo and Narcissus.
I prefer “The Bright, Elusive Butterfly of Love,” sung by that douche bag guy.
She dreams a champagne dream Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper Lavender and cream Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
Bows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, I’ve looked at clouds that way
Just the thought gives me a delicious tingle straight up my back.
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butterflies and zebras,
and moonbeams and fairytales
that’s all she ever thinks about
Marshmallow kisses, eh?
I’m thinking about making that my theme song. Thoughts?
If that means you’ll be putting a midi on the site, I’ll have to kill you.
And here I thought you were going more in the Lips Like Sugar direction.
My friend’s band opened for Echo and the Bunnymen in the 80s. Or maybe it was the Church, I can’t remember.
Come to think of it, maybe it wasn’t my friend. And maybe it wasn’t the 80s. And maybe I’m thinking of Echo and Narcissus.
I prefer “The Bright, Elusive Butterfly of Love,” sung by that douche bag guy.
She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere,
I’ve looked at clouds that way
Just the thought gives me a delicious tingle straight up my back.